Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.